Lyrics:
you know that you couldnt fade it black
'Cause my rap's like gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock
ills
(Yeah)
I got more life to live like Drake
And right now, I got views
Of my house sitting on top off a lake and
Seeing my name on Goodyear blimp
Like
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
Call of Duty, we condemning the kids
Defenders defending themselves, and it's awful to think anyone really is innocent
All of us put a percent, into all
live by the code
Cooking up cooking up cooking up cooking up
I'm in my bag so these bitch tryna smash but you know I don't look at them
Oh why you mad
GRABS HER STUFF AND LEAVES.
SCENE TWO — MAIN HALLWAY
SCENE OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND
PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER.
KID: LET ME GO!
is a fuckin monster
At night yea I'm dealing to zombies
Fuck county jail I know they want me
I'll get away like mr ripley
I did some shit and that shit
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
For all the dirt that I did
I don't think I'll find where heaven is
I wonder why they won't panic and try
my nigga nem, bread gang my people
Hottest niggas in the street, haters wanna be us
I go narley in yo party like I'm surfin'
Just popped a perky,
the gators
Do me a favor dawg don't do me no favors
I've put undercovers, under covers
Not only that I put guns to mothers
Sons and brothers, aunts, nieces,
Them gators, different
Flavors like a cook up
Guaranteed to show out
N**** you should come
And book us, the ops they
Don't go out guess we got
Them
or I want to live
Whether it’s suicide or having kids
When you hear this song you gone feel this
It might hurt yo heart you might clench yo fist
Year 15
leave you chained in a box
I'll take your bitch and play with her box
Like a kid that forgets the toy
And thinks the gift is the box
I'll fuck your bitch
chops
I smash bars like a clumsy miner
Get caught wi' a stash, I'm like mumzy minor
I'm at work on a track like a runway pilot
'Til i swerve round
movies
Them otha niggas
Is some goofies
Light em up
Like Lucy's
I'm just tryna
Get to it
Put my life
Into music
Cause nigga
I do it
In the Telly
By
the dungeon
Content whack as shit - deploy total hum drum
Like "Yeah, I be rapping kid but I can also yodel some son!"
Fuck you mean? You who you're talking
name is
V12 Benz wit a cam on da dashboard
TV in da back, you could see us get our smash on
Very picky wit a need to get my mac on
Have you on your knees
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
in
And beat on your fuckin' head like AP did to his own kid
I'm comin' in with extended rounds, amount, too many to count
Wow, there's plenty of clowns
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
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